SMASH or PASS

Linara didn’t just lower her pussy onto my mouth. She smothered me with it, sealing my lips with the soft, slick heat of her, then she bent forward, her own mouth engulfing my dick in a deep, wet swallow. A 69 of total domination. Her massive, pale ass was a pillow of warm flesh over my face, blocking out the world.

’Fuck...’

I heard her moan around my cock, a deep, vibrating "Nnnngh~" that I felt in my balls. She pulled off with a wet pop, her voice muffled by my shaft but aimed across the room. "Watch this, old slut~ See how a real woman makes a man sing?"

Aris was on her knees a few feet away, one hand between her own legs rubbing furiously, the other wiping angrily at her tears. "Y-you fucking... degenerate slut..."

Linara just laughed, the sound a breathy rush against my skin, and dove back down, sucking me with a lewd, sloppy intensity. Schlorp. Gurgle. Slurp. Her tongue swirled, her throat worked. I was getting close, fast, the pressure coiling tight. Just before I tipped over the edge, she pulled off completely, leaving me throbbing and desperate.

She swung her leg over, straddling my hips instead of my face. She was dripping, her swollen lips glistening. "You didn’t even manage to make him cum!" she taunted Aris, lowering herself onto my dick in one smooth, deep stroke. "Ah!~ See? He needs a real woman, not a dusty relic!"

She began to ride me, not with grace, but with a wild, athletic ferocity. She literally jumped on my cock, slamming down over and over, her tits bouncing, her ass jiggling with each impact. The slapping sounds were obscenely loud. "Nhnnn! Yes! Fuck! Take it, toy! Nnggh! Give it to me!"

She threw her head back, laughing between ragged moans. "Although I do need an official wife position soon~ That stingy old Duke won’t give me one... ah!... unless there’s a child in my belly~"

She leaned forward, her sweaty breasts pressing against my chest, her lips at my ear. Her voice was a panting, slutty whisper. "Wanna put a baby in me, Noel~? Breed this slut? Nnnn~ Cum inside me... deep inside... nhnnngh!"

Aris looked like she was about to have an aneurysm. "Y-YOU DARE!?" she shrieked, scrambling to her feet. "You wench! I will tell my husband about this! You want to degenerate the Duke’s bloodline with commoner seed, you filthy street whore!?"

Linara didn’t stop riding me, her pace becoming frantic, sloppy. She was close. I was closer. "Oh? Pffft!" she laughed, the sound broken by her moans. "How are you gonna tell him? And even if he believed you... ah! ah!... what will you say? ’I knew because I was also fucking the same commoner moments ago?’ Do it if you dare, you old, jealous slut!"

"You...! You...! SHAMELESS HARLOT!" Aris screamed, her face purpling with rage and humiliation.

The curses flew faster, more vulgar, a soundtrack to Linara’s bouncing, moaning form. "Nnnngghe! That’s it! Almost... there...!" Linara cried, her body tightening.

I was right on the brink. My hips bucked up to meet her final, downward slam.

That’s when Aris moved.

With a feral shriek of pure spite, she lunged. Not at Linara’s face, but at her body. She wrapped her arms around Linara’s torso and heaved, pulling the younger woman off me with a furious, desperate strength.

Linara shrieked in protest, "Hey—!"

But Aris was already in motion. As Linara tumbled to the side, Aris dropped into the space she vacated, her hand guiding my leaking, twitching cock to her own still-gaping, wet entrance. And she slammed down, taking me to the hilt in one brutal, claiming stroke.

It was too much. The sudden shift, the tight, angry clutch of her cunt, the sheer volcanic fury of the moment--it shattered my control.

"GUHHH—!" I groaned, my back arching off the floor as I erupted. Buckets. Thick, hot pulses of cum shot deep into Aris, filling her. She let out a ragged, triumphant scream that was equal parts pain, pleasure, and vengeance.

"YYYYESSSS! TAKE IT! NNNGGGGHHHEEEEEE!" she wailed, her body convulsing in a climax that was more about power than pleasure, milking me for every last drop, claiming the seed Linara had taunted her about. She collapsed forward onto my chest, panting hysterically, her body shuddering, my cum already leaking out of her and onto my stomach.

Linara stared from where she’d fallen, her face a mask of stunned, furious betrayal. The room was silent except for Aris’s ragged sobs of victory and my own labored breathing.

The dean finally spoke from her perch, her voice a dry, amused murmur. "Well. That was... efficient."

The student representative just giggled, her fingers still working between her legs. "My turn next, right?"

Jesus fucking Christ...

How much more of this orgy can I take?

’I’m gonna get dried.’ I couldn’t help but shiver.

The student representative didn’t wait for an invitation. While Aris was still shuddering and sobbing on my chest, the blonde slithered into the space between us, her perky ponytail brushing my cheek. "My turn~" she chirped, as if claiming the last cookie.

She pushed Aris’s limp form aside, the older professor offered no resistance, just a weak, spent whimper, and positioned herself between my legs. My dick, somehow, was already stirring back to life, the relentless fucking and competitive energy in the room acting like a fucking battery pack. She didn’t comment on it, just lowered her head and took me into her mouth with a soft, eager hum.

God damn. She was good. Her mouth was a wet, velvet vise, her tongue doing sinful things to the underside of my shaft. *Schlick. Slurp. Pop.* She worked me back to full, raging hardness in under a minute, her big blue eyes looking up at me with that fake-innocent sparkle.

When I was fully hard, she pulled off with a final, lewd lick. "Noel~ Did you know?" she whispered, climbing up to straddle my hips. She guided me to her entrance, hovering just above it. "My fiancé... he’s losing his mind over you~ He wants you expelled more than anything~"

’I knew it! That fucking young Mas--FUCK!!!’

She sank down, taking me in one smooth, tight glide. And fuck, she wasn’t lying. Her pussy was the tightest of them all, a hot, clenching, vice-like grip that stole my breath.

"Nnngh!" she gasped, her head falling back. She began to move, a slow, deep grind. "Every time he rants... ah!... I just nod and tell him... Oh, darling, I’m putting so much pressure on the committee~" She leaned forward, her huge tits pressing into my chest, her lips at my ear. "Isn’t that... hilarious~?"

She started riding me faster, her tight little cunt milking me with each bounce. Her moans were high and sweet, a contrast to the filthy words. "Hn! Yes! Fuck me while I lie to him! Nhnnn! Tell me you wanna ruin his perfect little wife!"

The combination of her confession, her tightness, and the sheer audacity pushed me over fast. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. "Gonna... come..."

"Do it!" she squealed, slamming down. "Fill his future bride! Nnnngghe!"

I did. With a grunt, I emptied myself into her, another hot load painting her inner walls. She clenched around me, whimpering through her own sharp climax, before collapsing on top of me, sweaty and giggling. "He’s gonna be so mad~"

Before I could even catch my breath, she was unceremoniously lifted off me. The dean stood there, holding the blonde under one arm like a ragdoll and dropping her to the side. The dean’s expression was one of cool, impatient hunger.

"Enough childish games," she stated, her voice brooking no argument. She didn’t bother with any more preamble. She simply turned around, bent over, placing her hands on the floor where my hips were, and lowered herself onto my still-wet, semi-hard cock.

The sensation of her taking me, raw and deep, so soon after coming, was almost painful. Almost. She was impossibly tight too, but in a different way, a powerful, muscular clench that demanded submission.

She didn’t wait for me to get fully hard again. She started moving, and her strength did the work.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

The sound wasn’t just skin on skin; it was the heavy, meaty impact of her full, perfect ass crashing down against my thighs with every downward plunge. The conference room echoed with it.

"Pathetic," she grunted, riding me with a brutal, efficient rhythm. "A commoner stud, used by every woman in the room... nngh!... and still lying there, taking it." SLAP! "You have no pride. No ambition beyond this." SLAP! "You are a toy. A tool. Nhnnn! And tools do not choose their users."

Her words were laced with disdain, but her body betrayed a frantic, hungry need. Her cunt was drenching wet, gripping and releasing me with each punishing stroke. "You will... fill me up... completely," she ordered, her voice straining. "You will pay your debt from the last time... ah!... with every... last... drop!"

I was building again, faster than I thought possible, driven by the sheer, overwhelming force of her riding. The slapping rhythm was hypnotic, violent, and intensely arousing. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies crashing together.

"Now," she commanded, slamming down one final time and holding me buried to the hilt.

I obeyed. A hoarse shout was torn from my throat as I came, another deep, pumping flood inside her. She cried out too, a short, sharp "UNH!" as her own climax triggered, her inner muscles spasming and milking me dry.

She stayed there, impaled, for a long moment, panting, my cum already starting to leak out around where we were joined. Then she slowly, regally, lifted herself off. She stood, turned to look at the wreckage of the room and the other women, then down at me, a spent, marked mess on the floor.